He gazed in quiet ponder at the empty page; what then... to say?
The Englishman sat pensively, as dusk soft-cloaked the fading day.
There was so much... so many words to her, he wanted to display;
The Lady from The Colonies... so close, and yet, so far away.

He watched the candle flame a'dancing, but his thoughts were far away;
still, she tip-toed through his heart, with each day passing; come what may.
The merest brief encounter; but, the thought of her would always stay...
The Lady from The Colonies... so close, and yet, so far away.

The Englishman gazed, lost in thought; the candle softly burnt away.
Upon the page before him, not a single word, as yet, did lay;
for, knowing of the circumstance, what... to her then, could he say?
The Lady from The Colonies... so close, and yet, so far away.

He wore a coat of Red; his rank, in Gold... all brazen, on display.
Mustered in, to quell the Rebel Colonists without delay...
Her Kin...
and thus, the game of love, alas, was not theirs, here to play,
The Lady from The Colonies... The Redcoat from so far away.

For Independence was the cry; and any price, they then, would pay...
these Colonists of New England; to rid themselves, without delay,
the impositions of Fat George; his taxes, they would now gainsay...
The Lady from The Colonies watched this, and wondered in dismay...

Would this lead to Revolution? Who would take the prize away?
This Englishman she fleeting met, and flirted with, that summer day?
Who touched a place deep in her heart; such feelings she could not allay;
The Lady from The Colonies... how could she choose, and not betray?

Her brothers, three... were Patriots; preparing then, to march away
to Boston, for, to trounce the Redcoats... throw them out in disarray;
but, there too, was the Englishman... his orders, ready to obey...
Mustered on the thin strand below Bunker Hill that bright June day.

The Redcoats charged Breed’s Hill... the Patriots gave fire, without delay.
The Englishman was struck firm by a musket ball, all flying stray.
His bright Red coat grew redder yet, as in the summer grass he lay...
he could feel no pain... but, he knew his life soon, would slip away.

And, as he watched the sky, all summer blue, slow fade to misty grey...
he pondered on what might have been, had she not been so far away;
but then...
somewhere...
sometime...
somehow,
his fading wish perhaps, would stay...
The Lady from The Colonies might meet with him... another day.